Page 31 of Tick Tock, Boom!

She crawled back onto the mattress, laying down, legs parting just enough to show me just how wet she already was for me. Ready to soak the sheets like the sweet little kitten she was.

Her shyness and innocence shone through as her thighs quivered, lips parted as she avoided my gaze, and a soft flush bloomed up her chest. She shifted, her hands moving instinctively to shield what I already fucking owned.

“Don’t you dare hide from me,” I warned, my voice sounded like dark gravel. I yanked off my shirt and tugged my jeans off as I stepped forward, grabbing her knees and spreading her wide, forcing her to hold that position so I could see exactly what I’d done to her.

"You want my hands on you, kitten? My mouth?” She nodded slowly and my voice deepened. “Then you show me every greedy inch of that sweet little pussy."

She gasped, cheeks flushed deeper, but her legs stayed open, submitting despite the shyness, and it only made me harder.

“Good girl,” I growled.

But not good enough.

I grabbed her by the thighs and yanked her hard toward the edge of the bed, making her squeal. My palm came down fast, spanking the wet heat between her legs, a sharp slap right across her pussy that made her jolt, her back arching off the bed.

“That’s for lying,” I hissed.

Another slap.

“And that’s for tempting me like this.”

She whimpered, squirming beneath my grip, but her hips were rolling into my hand, hungry for it, her slickness dripping down her thighs.

“You like that?” I asked, my voice dropping, leaning in close so my breath kissed over her soaked folds. “You like me punishing your pretty little cunt?”

She nodded, eyes glassy, lips parting on a soft, desperate moan.

“Say it,” I demanded.

“Yes, Daddy…” she whispered.

“Fuck,” I groaned, the word punching out of me like it hurt.

I ran my fingers through the wetness between her thighs, slow, circling her clit until her hips started that perfect little twitch again, rolling, riding my hand in desperation.

That’s when I buried my face between her legs. In seconds, my tongue had lashed out, tasting her like she was my last goddamn meal.

And Christ, the taste of her. So sweet and fucking addictive. I groaned against her, my tongue sliding long and slow up the length of her pussy, circling her clit, then dipping deep inside her as she cried out my name, back bowing, hands fisting in the sheets.

“You’re fucking perfect, kitten,” I murmured against her heat. “Every inch of you tastes like sin.”

I sucked her clit into my mouth, hard, rolling my tongue over it as my fingers slid inside her, curling, finding that sweet spot that made her gasp, her thighs shaking around my head.

“You gonna come for me, baby?” I teased, my fingers fucking into her slow, relentless. “Gonna come all over my tongue like the good little kitten you are?”

“Yes,” she cried out, voice breaking.

“Yeah, you are.” I smirked, dragging my tongue back over her clit, licking her like she was the sweetest fucking thing on earth, spanking her pussy again between strokes, making her whimper, making her tremble.

And when I felt her start to tighten, to clench down, to ride that wave, I pulled back.

“Not yet,” I growled.

She sobbed, hips bucking toward me, but I held her down, forcing her to take my fingers slow, making her wait.

“You don’t come until I say,” I warned, my voice thick with heat. “You want it? You beg for it.”

“Please, Daddy… please, I need it.”

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